Never fear, my three-day morning-sickness reprieve ended this morning. I feel so much better! I've felt like hurling all day! Just what I wanted. Right.
So, I spent most of the day uselessly glued to the couch. Until the Cap'n talked me into "taking a drive," which is usually code for spending the next four hours in the car. Not tops on my "things to do when I'm nauseous" list, frankly, but he talked me into it, and I dragged my ass, eyes rolling and breath huffing to the car.
We actually had a nice time. The fresh air felt good, we went to an awesome playground that Poopies loves (it's so cool to see him running around having a blast being a little boy), we got some groceries, and splurged on dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant. Then we returned home to learn that our only customers tonight had lost their key and were waiting for our return. Ooops! We leave here so rarely, but it always seems to cause some ugly ripple in our lives that it's no wonder we put it off.